infertility runs in my family...

there's always something So refreshing about the many variations of the 'condom scare' and how people react to it... she says tongue-in-cheekly... frankly it's been my experience that it's usually the fella a bit too blase and myself having to 'deal' with the issue practically... i refuse to have the conversation about "how to deal with the possible repercussions" until they are actually needing to be dealt with - what with the tendency to touch upon nature's most tender mental-bits in the course of that questioning... because when something has already gone wonky it's generally a 'good' idea to exacerbate it by having a high-stakes, potentially offensive and wounding conversation...

That being the most general case in my experience you find me currently bemused by the situation i found myself in last night... as I was too Too far gone to be 'professional' about the not-quite-crisis...

looking at the logistics of the situation: the 'where'd that pesky prophylactic go' issue typically happens when the male of the pairing - ahem - "finishes" prior to the female of the pairing (i have no idea if same-sex couples have this issue - guys?? i presume not girls because by definition what would a lesbian use a condom On? Well - ok - if they use dildos etc sure... but those don't change size nor shape so don't count in this scenario - i'm talking pure biology here for this line of thought) and yet is kind enough to listen to her body's cues that if we can just hold it together a little bit longer.... firewrks! but not always is this the case and sometimes you end up with slippage.

now- i'm a highly sexualized beast as it is... and freely admit that i have been known to reach a point where all rational thought within my sexplay has ceased... not that i have actually reverted to a feral animal - but 'primal' would be a term I could use accurately... and considering the lovely creature in my bed has a catnip effect on me as 'tis (all puns intended) when it was realized this fun event had happened i just literally couldn't bring the grey matter to follow the logical conclusions of what must now be done (largely involving soap, water and lots of finger-crossing)

calmly and gently - and repeatedly until the words began to register through my quivering - he urged me to wash up and take care of the situation... i whined - i know i whined because I attempted to apologize for whining when i returned to bed... however in my defense, I was hurting there!

i once read a book where the men of the planet were so much larger and more powerful than the women that the only way they could punish them (in this hugely misogynistic society... hey - i didn't Write the book - i just read the sucker) was sexually... turn them on to the peak of madness and then leave them unfulfilled. I can speak to the efficacy of this technique, however in this case it wasn't intended to be mean... t'was more 'unfortunate.' And thanks to modern medicine and my genetic pre-disposition to not spawning, I wasn't as worried as one typically would be (my concern has ever more been about microbes than gametes).

the fascinating thing is, out of all the lovers I have had - and after 16 years of 'activity' i've had a small handful of souls cross through my experience - this is the first time where i saw 'him' take initiative and concern... in fact my prior experience in this situation the 'him' involved had no Clue the 'accident' had happened until it was far too late do do anything except the finger-crossing portion of the preventatives... there's something really cool about seeing a man take ownership of a situation that all too often is the woman's cross to bear...